A slum that feels more like the Upper City than the Upper City. / Even the gangs call Reunion too extreme.
Nine, who had led the men to search for the money, walked over with a complicated expression:
"Luo Chen, we found a lot of Lungmen Dollar and foreign currency in the secret room inside, estimated to be at least forty to fifty million Lungmen Dollar."
When Jiu said this, his tone was tinged with surprise, mixed with a hint of anger.
She originally thought that in a slum where even getting food was a struggle, the gangs and families, no matter how rich they were, would only have a few million, and certainly couldn't compare to the wealthy businessmen in the Upper City.
But she realized that her perspective was too narrow.
It's unbelievable that the leader of a small gang had tens of millions in cash.
This is cash, which means that Pete actually acquired far more wealth than this.
Behind this lies the blood, sweat, and tears of countless innocent people.
Following Jiu's footsteps, Luo Chen found the dark room covered with Lungmen Dollar, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"With this money, we don't even need to borrow money to open a factory."
"Slums? If anyone calls this a slum again, I'll show them all these Lungmen Dollar."
"You mean these guys make so much money but won't even upgrade their underlings' equipment? Are they afraid they'll rebel?"
"I think they're afraid the Lungmen Guard Department will see how much of a threat they are and come to eliminate them overnight." Jiu, as usual, complained about Luo Chen's question, but this time she had a different idea.
Others may fear the Lungmen Guard Department's purges and crackdowns, but isn't Luo Chen afraid?
Oh!
Luo Chen is an undercover agent for the Lungmen Guard Department.
That's alright then.
It seems I was really wrong back then. As an undercover agent for the Lungmen Guard Department, I should have become the leader of the largest and highest-ranking undercover force. Only in this way can I better accomplish what the Lungmen Guard Department should do.
Chapter 101: More like an Upper City than the Upper City.
Evening.
The citizens in Justice Square witnessed a horrifying scene.
A man, naked from the waist down, his genitals a bloody mess, was hanging in the air with his hands behind his back, his body stiff, clearly already dead.
Many passersby were pointing and chatting among themselves.
"Hey bro, who's this guy?" A bearded man pulled out a cigarette and handed it to the Reunion Movement member who was hanging up the body, asking with a curious look.
The Reunion Movement member hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand to refuse the cigarette, but still answered the man's question:
"This man is Pete from the Luo Bay Gang."
As if afraid the citizen might misunderstand, he added:
"This afternoon, Boss Luo Chen led a team to try to save him, but unfortunately, he was too ill, and we couldn't save his life."
The man's eyes widened upon hearing Pete's name, but the Reunion Movement member with the hanging man didn't want to say anything more. He tightened the rope, put his hands behind his back, and walked away.
Watching his departing figure, the man swallowed hard; the news was truly shocking.
The Reunion Movement actually killed the leader of the Luo Bay Gang and hung him in Justice Square.
Thanks to this man's propaganda, within ten minutes the entire square knew that the hanging dead man was Pete, the leader of the Luo Bay Gang.
Furthermore, they also knew that the torture that person suffered was inflicted by Luo Chen and his men.
This made the already frightening Reunion Movement even more terrifying, with some people from other neighborhoods immediately asking others about the Reunion Movement's rules and regulations.
Parents with young children strictly instruct their children that they must not fight or get into conflicts with other children here.
Otherwise, a demon will shove your head up your ass.
And so, a grassroots, spontaneous legal education campaign unfolded in great momentum.
People who have received legal education become exceptionally humble and cautious.
A person accidentally stepped on another person while walking. Surprisingly, the person who was stepped on was more frightened than the person who stepped on them. He immediately tried to reassure the person who stepped on him that he was alright, fearing that the other person would start an argument and then a fight.
The person who stepped on the other person immediately bowed deeply and said, "I'm very sorry, it was my fault."
Children playing in the street wouldn't dare bully or insult children who didn't fit in; at most, they'd just tilt their heads and ignore them.
And so, the once chaotic slum square now exists in a strange harmony.
If it weren't for the fact that these people were wearing tattered clothes and that the surrounding area was full of dilapidated old buildings, the atmosphere here would feel more like the real Upper City.
Six o'clock in the evening.
Luo Chen personally led the team to transport all the cash and gang members who needed reform to Justice Square.
These gang thugs and henchmen, who had been treated several times, no longer dared to whisper to each other, nor even show any resentment in their eyes, because they didn't think their asses could be harder than Pete's.
At that moment, the factory's buses carrying workers arrived.
The vehicle was carrying the group of people who had been sent for reform a week earlier for reasons such as urinating and defecating indiscriminately and fighting.
After spending a week at the factory, many of these people lost the emotions they had when they set out, becoming more rational, and some even had smiles on their faces.
Because the Reunion Movement gave them money before they returned.
Their weekly wage was 420 yuan. After deducting 100 yuan for sanitation expenses, the remaining 320 yuan was given to them in full by the Reunion Movement.
Although 100 yuan was deducted, the total was still 320 yuan, which averages out to a net profit of 45 yuan per day – that's a considerable sum.
You should know that when they go to agencies to find work, they don't even earn thirty yuan a day, and that doesn't include food or the kickbacks they give to the agency manager.
This Reunion Movement isn't punishing them; it's practically giving them a freebie.
I wonder if I'll still get this kind of good fortune if I keep urinating and defecating anywhere.
In order to continue doing this job, some people have prepared themselves to urinate as soon as they get off the bus.
This includes the drunken old Bruce from a week ago.
He clutched the money in his arms tightly, carefully calculating the amount needed to redeem his wife and daughter.
Her daughter was bought by the boss of Luo Bay Street for 1,000 yuan, but the ransom would definitely cost more than that.
After all, even if an ordinary woman selling herself on Luo Bay Street is a penniless man, she can still earn Pete dozens of Lungmen Dollar in one night.
He would need at least 100,000 yuan to redeem his daughter and wife.
"45 a day, 1350 a month, 16200 a year, and it will take at least six more years."
Just as Bruce was counting on his fingers, calculating how long it would take to save his family, he suddenly heard screams from inside the carriage.
"Look! What's wrong with that person hanging there? Is he dead?"
"Holy crap, where's his butt?"
Bruce instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, his gaze passing through the window and landing on a corner outside.
In that instant, his eyes seemed to be drawn to something, his pupils suddenly dilated, filled with unbelievable astonishment.
The view outside the window was beyond his imagination.
There hung a dead man, a man he recognized—the arrogant and domineering boss of Luo Bay Street, Pete.
Pete, the man who had lent him money, burdened him with heavy debts, and forced him to sell his wife and daughters, now appeared in his sight in an extremely humiliating manner.
Click--
The bus stopped.
Luo Chen, standing outside the car, gently knocked on the car door with a stick in his hand and called out:
"Get off the bus, get off the bus. You are free from now on, but remember to strictly abide by the laws and security regulations promulgated by the Reunion Movement."
"A second violation will be met with even more severe penalties."
One by one, the passengers stood up and got off the bus, while Bruce remained seated, staring out the window at the man hanging there, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
Bruce got out of the car in a daze. Now that Pete was dead, he didn't know whether his wife and daughters were alive or dead.
Just when I had found my direction in life, I am now shrouded in confusion once again.
"Don't just stand there, all of you get up there!"
After all the reformed prisoners disembarked from the vehicle, the Reunion Movement began escorting the newly arrested prisoners onto the vehicle.
Bruce, now free, stood to one side, his aimless gaze sweeping through the crowd of prisoners as he pondered his future plans.
At that moment, his gaze froze, for he spotted his son in the crowd.
The young man who ran away from home to join a gang and was denounced as a good-for-nothing now looks haggard, his eyes revealing a deep sense of despair and helplessness.
Just like when he was forced into the car a week ago.
"Dean ..." Bruce's heart tightened, and he called out his son's name.
Chapter 102: Even the gangs are criticizing the Reunion Movement for being too extreme.
Old Bruce's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally loud to young Bruce.
"Dad..." He turned his head in disbelief and found that his father was not far away from him.
Upon seeing his father, Dean was overwhelmed with memories of the past.
I used to think my father was weak and couldn't protect the family.
In retrospect, my father simply encountered a demon he couldn't resist.
He now fully understands his father's helplessness back then, and realizes that he shouldn't have resented his father. The real enemies were villains like Pete. He lacked the courage to overcome these evils and instead integrated himself into their ranks, becoming a member of the gang.
Compared to his father, he was the real coward.
He lowered his head, wanting to hide and face his father, but thinking of his mother and sister, he mustered his courage and met old Bruce's gaze again:
"Dad, I've redeemed Mom and my sister. They're living in my house at 32 Luo Bay Street. I might not make it back alive, so you must take good care of them and make sure they don't get involved in the gang's businesses again."
Hearing his son's words, Bruce felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, experiencing excruciating pain.
He was a bad father, a good-for-nothing who didn't even have the courage to end his own miserable life.
But he knew that he was the only one who could give his son hope again.
He took a deep breath and shouted at his son with all his might:
"Dean, you have to hold on, don't give up. As long as you work hard, you'll definitely come back alive. I'm waiting for you."
"Also, as long as you follow the rules, the Reunion Movement isn't a bad group."
Bruce and his son were separated by the Reunion Movement members. They only exchanged a few words before disappearing from sight.
But both old Bruce and young Bruce found new hope.
Having shed the burdens and finished their meal, the Reunion Movement set off again.
The Reunion Movement never lets a rescue go unattended overnight!
Regardless of wind or rain, the Reunion Rescue Team will always fulfill its mission.
This is the spirit of integration under Luo Chen's leadership.
Starting from the square, Jiu asked Luo Chen if he should first deal with the Black Hand behind today's noon incident, the Desert Wolf Pack.
Luo Chen shook his head and smiled:
"Let's just go and take them out. They'll just kick the bucket and die too easily."
"Let's pretend we don't know Black Hand's behind this, and just randomly kill some unlucky guy. What do you think they'll think then?"
"Will they feel relieved because the information Pete provided wasn't from them?"
Looking at Luo Chen's smile, Jiu was somewhat surprised that she could already read Luo Chen's thoughts.